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I picked my nail. Took a break, then herd the lyrics that were saying something 'something missing in your smile, in your soul'. Right after which I got thrown back to a self conscious state that I should be writing, sharing, confessing, telling a story that might or might not be read by you (). Then I sight and used autocorrect since I did not know how to spell the past tense of the verb describing an exhaustion of a good amount of breath accompanied by a feeling of relief. There is still this notion that I actually did not get it right. Before the last action and Now many thoughts have passed by my head including a sip of wine through the pipe straight into my blood, getting me opened up to possibilities of doing things wrong.

How much can you learn from people just by being in their proximity? I had to fight the urge to delete the previous question since it somehow did not make sense in the bigger picture of what I am trying to portray here. What am I trying to do here? So I gave up trying to portray anything. This is a stream of consciousness, just like I liked to capture it during those silent days of reconnecting with some meaning bigger then me.

None of it really makes sense until the moment you infuse it with meaning. Just like you are trying to do now - reading this random stream, trying to understand and get an insight into the experience of what and who I am, think, feel or go through. As on a blurred screen. Like a dance. Like creating your own culture. Finding your mission. Following through. Doing the things you said you were gonna do yesterday and few years ago.

We throw away pairs of shoes and books, and we make more of them, and we don’t burn the ones that should be burned. We starve or are starved. We are surprised that rocks exist. Copy paste from one of the many open tabs on my browser. Wonder - did this make any sense?

It is nearly impossible to accomodate everyone needs. Burning is not the way, but its one of the ways. And maybe its time for it?

In a metaphora, for real, filmed, recreated, randomized, atomized and delivered to many. We need to stop pretend and start pretending. Deteritorialize our rigide structures. F. Delete. Stop. Continue. Doubt. Then again start.